Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.